Mistress of the Passive Voice

Boot heels click along a winding staircase, echoing down a corridor to the awaiting slave.  A shudder runs down a spine bowed to his mistress's whim.  The wind hisses with a slap of a leather crop against a leather clad thigh.  Appetites whet with anticipation, I stand before the double doors leading to the dungeon.

Licking my full blood red lips, I open the doors to my realm of pleasure and pain.  Soft fire light glows golden off the blond wood and silvery steel creating warmth within its confines.  Ablaze with passion, he knells before me; metal chains scraped the wooden floors and Persian rug, awaiting my command. 

I feel humbled by the trust my slave bestowed upon me, his satisfaction, mine to give at my discretion.  His amber eyes silently beg for more as I tug him toward me with his leash.  Satiny muscles clench and flex sensuously as he crawls on his hands and knees with the grace of a lion.  My pet, my sweet pet.

Leading him to a plush chair, I sit and spread my silken thighs, placing one boot clad leg over his shoulder and with the crop instruct him to my pleasure.  I toy with a crimson satin ribbon tied around a box of chocolates which had been placed on the table next to us, slowly opening the treasure.

"Feed me, slave."  I order as I seductively trail my hand down my leather corset which pushed up my plump breasts.  Tweaking my pink nipples to a darker shade of rose, I watch his reaction from a hooded gaze as I suck his fingers into my moist hot mouth, licking them clean of the decadent sweet.

Hot whiskey eyes stare into mine with barely tamed hunger.  I slide my fingers down to my creamy pink bud, gasping faintly at the first touch.  His hard satiny penis quivers at the sight.  So delicious, I smile faintly as I bring my index finger to his inviting lips. 

"Taste me, slave."  He takes my finger into his mouth and wraps his velvety hot tongue around it, rhythmically working till I feel the tugging at my very core.  "Enough!"  I flick the crop against his tight ass.  I burn from the inside, my juices flow down my legs.

Reaching into the box for another piece of dark rich chocolate, I place the treat on the chair at the entrance of my creamy center.  "Do you want this piece, slave?"  I wait breathlessly for him to answer, to do my bidding.  His eyes speak of ravaging need, as he answers, "Yes, Mistress."

Leaning down to my parted lips, he laps up the chocolate, delicately brushing against my slit, tasting my cream.  A shudder runs down his muscles as he fights for control.  I love to watch his passionate responses.  How far can I push him tonight before he looses all control? 

Masculine sexual animal that he is, untamed and wild, taking me hard and furious.  I shiver with need at the thought of him taking control from me.  I see that look in his eyes; he knows what I want, how I ache to be filled with his thick staff.  His strong hands caress my thighs and open them wider as our eyes held.  I grant him permission with a moan as he sinks down and plunders my pussy with his wicked mouth. 

Arching up to meet him, I grip the arms of the chair as flames shoot through me, burning me up totally.  Pleasure builds hard to climax as his tongue plays along my vulva, entering my core, and then teasing me to another blood rush.  My cries echo off the dungeon walls, as I grab his soft golden mane and pull him up to me.

"Fuck me, slave."  I demand in a ragged voice.  He growls in response and grasp my legs, forcing them wider as he thrusts into my succulent pussy.    My consciousness is focused on the pistoning of his body in and out, so strong and hard, my body lubricating and clenching around him as he becomes wilder.  I scream with an earth shattering orgasm, his shout coming soon after my cries die away. 

He pulls out slowly, watching me intently as I gather my composure, the Mistress has returned.  I grasp his leash and pull his face to mine and place a gentle kiss on his lips.  Smiling like a satisfied cat, I get up from the chair and leave him alone in the dungeon.